First Kiss

My first kiss wasn’t perfect…
It was beyond perfect.
I was in the sixth grade when I moved to Brooklyn with my family. We moved away from Seattle because my mother lost her job there, and had found one in New York. All my friends had said Brooklyn was nice because it was in New York but I didn’t believe them until I started school and saw all the cute guys in my class.
I was 12 and my hormones were already acting up!
Too bad no one liked the anorexic, poor girl from Seattle except all the other awkward kids that made me feel welcome. I made a few friends from the self established awkward kids club, like Marcus who I sat beside in class. One day during recess when Marcus was at home sick, and I was sitting alone, one of the cool kids; a very good looking…

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Born again christian, father, husband, brother, friend who love learning and reading more about the goodness, mercy, peace, love, faithfulness and protection of God. A peace lover.
I fellowship with Cuerpo de Cristo church, Tudela branch, Navarra - Spain.